Page 28 of The Holiday Hookup List
I cup her face with both hands and wait until she’s looking at me. “Communication. You have to tell me what you like and don’t like. Got it?”
She bites her lower lip and nods.
I hold up the first toy and the lube. “Ready?”
Her eyes meet mine, heavy-lidded but clear. “Yes.”
The first we try is the fluttering one, but she says it’s got nothing on my tongue. Two stars. We switch it out for the wand, which makes her come and gets four stars. The rose is a big hit and brings her to orgasm almost instantly. She givesit four and a half stars, then demands a break. I’m still fully dressed, but she’s naked, so she throws on an oversize “Pan Pride” T-shirt and we eat leftover Chinese food while standing in her kitchen. She makes me tell her about my shopping trip with Rodrigo, and she’s laughing on the way back to her bedroom. There, she marches over to the dresser and holds up the vibrating cock ring.
“Put it on,” she demands. “Or do you think I didn’t notice these are all for clitoral stimulation and the only way I’m getting stuffed tonight is with your dick?”
“Shit, don’t say things like that if you still want me to be able to put it on.” I hurry to lower my pants and maneuver my semihard erection through the ring. Once it’s secured, I stroke myself to full hardness, groaning at the heightened pressure.
I hear a soft moan and look over to see a naked Valencia kneading her own breasts while she watches me. I quickly pull off my clothes and lie on my back, beckoning her to climb on. She moves eagerly, straddling my hips before wrapping her fingers around my cock. I let out a surprised grunt.
“Fuck, you’re hard.” She sounds breathy. “How do we turn this thing on?”
It takes both of us to figure it out, and we get sidetracked when Valencia takes me into her mouth, but once the ring is vibrating, she gets an excited gleam in her eye.
“This is going to be fun.”
She holds me still, sinking down, and we groan in unison as I fill her.
She’s so wet. So soft. So warm. I could stay here forever, buried in her cunt.
But that’s not on the agenda. Valencia’s inner walls clench around me and from there, it’s a full-on fuckfest. We’re both mindless with pleasure, slick with sweat. My hands grip her round ass cheeks, using them as leverage to rock her back and forth. Her clit grinds against the vibrating ring, and my dick strokes her inside. Our communication has devolved to groping and grunting, with the occasional “yes” and “please” and “fuck” and “there.” Control shifts between us. Valencia takes over by rising to her knees and gyrating over the tip of my dick. Then it’s my turn, and I brace my feet on the bed, thrusting into her from below.
And, bless her commitment to rule following, because she tells meexactlyhow good it feels, which is why I’m prepared when she squeezes around me like a vise. I grit my teeth, holding back my own orgasm as she digs her nails into my chest and emits a loud cry.
I have never seen anything more beautiful than Valencia Torres shattering on top of my cock, but that’s not what sends me over the edge. No, what finally does it is her lips parting to reveal her tongue as it moves around the syllables of a single, silent word.
Gideon.
I yank her down to my chest, my arms locking around her as I lose it. Pleasure races in a current through my body, and I come with a shout. I might even lose consciousness for a second. But when I blink, I’m still lying down, and Valencia is still on top of me, breathing hard.
“Five stars for the vibrating cock ring,” she says hoarsely against my collarbones. “Ten out of ten, would recommend.”
“Couldn’t agree more.” My heart is trying to escape from my chest. “Fuck, you came so hard at the end, you almost pushed me out.”
“My downstairs neighbor is probably going to complain about the screaming.”
“Maybe if we give her the unused vibrators, she’ll thank us instead.”
“Gideon!” Valencia sputters out a laugh, and the corresponding spasm of her channel finally does push me out. We’re both wet and sticky, but I don’t care. I’m too busy trying to memorize the sound of my name on her tongue, the delighted smile spreading her lips.
I’m in so deep I can’t see the surface, and I don’t fucking care.
We clean up and I get dressed. She throws the T-shirt back on and walks me to the door. Before I leave, she pulls me infor a tight, friendly hug. I soak it in, then force myself to let go before I want to.
“Tomorrow night at my place, right?” I try to keep my tone light, but I also know it’ll break me if she says no.
“I’ll bring the wrapping paper.” She opens the door. “Night, Gideon.”
“Good night, Valencia.” And then I call out, “Bye, Archie!”
She’s laughing as she closes the door. Outside, I begin the walk home, grateful for the crisp night air. I need to clear my head.
Pulling out my phone, I text Rodrigo.You were right about the ring.
